A/N: Hi guys! Here's another story! This one will definitely be the last one before I go back to school. Sorry!
By the way… can you guys believe I've written like… six, in just five weeks? I'm surprised at myself!
Well, enough bragging, haha. This tale will bounce between Apollo's, Ema's, and Phoenix's POVs. I also decided to do this plot because I realized that every main character has been accused of murder (even Edgeworth and Phoenix's ancestor, Ryu)… except for Apollo! It's his turn now!
This story is kind of a sequel to my other stories "Turnabout Escape" and "Apollo's Psyche-Locks", so… might be a good idea to read those first. This happens a few months after those tales, making Apollo 26, by the way.
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Chapter One – Paternal Advice
Apollo
August 1, 8:08pm
Creamy Delights Ice Cream Parlor
Spending the day with Dad, just the two of us, were always interesting, and always ended at our favorite ice cream shop.
"Dad, stop it!" I laughed, putting at hand to my mouth as milkshake tried to escape through my nose. Dad laughed as well, stopping with his impression of Mr. Edgeworth's angry look. It was scary accurate, I might add, and I only just noticed how much it looked like a zombie with a stomachache…
"But I'm trying to get milkshake to come out of your nose!" he shot back through his laughter. I managed to swallow my mouthful of milkshake before bursting into even more laughter.
"Why!?" I demanded.
"Well," he said, calming down a bit. "I always got milkshake to shoot out your nose when you were younger and we'd come here," he explained with a grin.
"Oh, and it's tradition now?" I demanded.
"Yep!" he replied, and we both dissolved into laughter too hard to talk.
Finally, after about five minutes, we calmed down, more for the need to breath then anything else. I rubbed my chest, taking deep breaths. Dad did the same.
Once able to breath, I leaned back in my chair thoughtfully.
"Hey Dad?" I asked.
"Hm?"
"Can I ask your advice?"
"About what?" he asked, leaning forward. I saw a flash of concern, and chuckled.
"No, Dad, it's nothing to be worried about. Promise!"
"Okay, okay!" he chuckled, holding his hands up. I looked down at my milkshake, fiddling with the straw.
"Well… how did you ask Mom out?" I asked. A slow smirk crossed his face, one I knew proceeded teasing, but he answered my question none the less.
"Me and her didn't really start talking until she was helping me clean up after shows, and I just… sort or asked her one night. I didn't even really think about it," he explained. I sighed, propping my chin on my hand.
"And if I am already thinking about it too much?" I asked.
"This isn't about that Forensic Scientist, is it?" Dad asked innocently.
"No!" I snapped, though I knew my face betrayed me from the heat that flared across my cheeks. Dad laughed hard at that.
"Well, what you can do… is just ask her. You don't have to do anything special, you know," he pointed out. I thought about that.
"Well, that's all well and good, but what about the actual date?" I asked. Dad looked thoughtful.
"Do something fun. It's kind of cliché to do a dinner and movie, so try something different."
"Hm… what about the amusement park or something?" I asked. He nodded thoughtfully.
"That'll work," he said, before smirking. "Just don't get too… scientific," he said in a voice the suggested WAY too much, one of his eyebrows creeping upwards.
"DAD!" I groaned, burying my burning face in my hands as he roared with laughter again.
August 2, 11:57am
Police Department
Forensic Lab 6
"Ema?" I called, knocking lightly on the plexiglass door of her lab. I felt like a total dweeb, holding a bouquet of delicate, blue flowers. I nearly darted back down the hall and shoved them in the trashcan, when the door opened.
"Oh, hi Apollo," the brunette said with a smile, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame. Her eyes fell on the bouquet in my hands. "Evidence for a case?"
"Huh? Oh! No, no, they're um… it's um…" I blushed brightly, before just holding the flowers out. "They're for you…"
"Huh?" Ema asked, taking the flowers in one hand, the other on her cheek in surprise. I just managed a weak smile. She looked at them for a moment, then up at me. "Um… thank you? C-come in," she said, stepping back. I followed her into the lab, looking around at everything. One of her machines were humming softly, no doubt analyzing evidence for a case.
"So… what can I do for you?" she asked, pulling what looked like a large beaker out, filling it with water, and setting it on her desk, putting the flowers inside. I smiled.
It was so… so Ema. I wouldn't be surprised if she had scientific décor all over her home.
"Well…" I hesitated, leaning against a counter and looking at her. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go to Gatewater Land this Friday," I said, my words a little rushed. Surely, she knew this was coming, what with the flowers and everything.
"Did you… do you mean like… a date?" Ema asked in surprise. I blushed, rubbing the top of my head.
"Well, yeah, but if you don't want to…"
"I didn't say that," she said softly. I looked up again to find her bright, dark green eyes locked on me. She smiled warmly. "I think Gatewater Land sounds awesome, actually."
I was flying as we got the details worked out.
She said yes! She said yes!
It wasn't until I left, to let her continue her work, that I realized how rushed and awkward I was when I asked her out.
I bet Dad was a lot more smooth then me when he asked Mom out…
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A/N:First chapter, done!
"Dahlia's are spicy flowers, and their meanings range from a sign of warning, to change, to travel, to even a portent of betrayal." Good job, Capcom. I found this while I was trying to find if their was a flower that symbolized intelligence (obviously I didn't find one).
Anyone who read "Turnabout Escape" recognize the scene where Apollo asks Ema out? He's a lot more like his dad then he realized! (Hint: Chapter 4).
Also, and I don't know why, but the idea of fathers and sons going out for ice cream is just so sweet to me, so that's Zeus's and Apollo's favorite thing to do when hanging out!